Missisippi lyrics

Song information

Artist: Afroman
Album: The Good Times

Lyrics

(Palmdale was like the peak of my life, but new berlin over with, homeboy. I'm fittin' to go home cuz.)
Please take me back home, (you know what I'm sayin'?) to mississipi
(I got my greyhound ticket right here, man. all my niggas in new berlin are goin to go kick it cuz.)
Please take me back home, (take a couple pounds of this weed) to mississippi
(You shmell me, homeboy. yeah, take them fools back to '82, cuz.)
Before south central palmdale flossin', I stayed in a place called palmer's crossing
New berlin, wisconsin, smoking marijuana like a woodstock hippy
All my homies in nb, beg borrow, buy my rap tape tomorrow. (bucccoc!)
Tell dj pumpkin "keep it crunckin' clyde." request my tape when you go inside
So I can take jane and girl to waynesboro, fuck their little homegirl, make her toes curl, rock their world, leave with their auntie sheryl
She sucks me sucks me, fucks me fucks me, cries every time I leave biloxi
But I hops in the coup, 'cause I gots to go scoop another ho from tupelo
Hit it once, hit it twice, then I hit it again
Hit it in meridian, make that bitch rub her clit again, pinch the nipples on her tit again, suck my dick until she spit again. bucccoc!
Please take me back home, (hell yeah!) to mississippi
Crooked letter, crooked letter, hump-back, hump-back, afroman's the bomb, bump that!
Please take me back home, (hell yeah!) to mississippi
From the delta to the coast, I'm doin' the most, grab your 40oz. let's toast

I sold rock cocaine down in ellisville. baseheads hit the pipe, they can tell it's real
Kept my dope stashed with this hootchie, way down yonder in east bouche
Cops be sweatin' outa town, dog. sweatin' my car with a hound dog
Separate me from my bitch and shit, tryin' to get my bitch to fuckin' snitch and shit
Officer roscoe p. coltrane running warrant checks on the afroman
But I can't be no hip hop star cuffed in the back of some police car
Did you find the gun? no!
Did you find the dope? no!
Open up the back door. "well, son, you're free to go."
A-f-r-o marijuana cargo, _________________
C'mon, let's all get drunk tonight. I hope I don't fight with a punk tonight
Get nervous, as I swerve this cadillac through purvis
Hope I don't crash when I hit petal, get my ass kicked in the white ghetto
Prejudice police won't let me go, so I'ma drive slow, hide my 'fro
I was dumb, now I'm dumber, y'all, last summer, y'all
I fucked all the little girls down in sumrall
Grabbed my guitar and started pickin' a tune for nikki and june down in picayune, baby!
Just like a shovel I be diggin' all the pretty young women in wiggins
On the boat, gulfport, I got my dick down some girl's throat. (buccccoc!)
I can't help it, I'm a crip, baby. I think you need to wipe your lip, baby
Hula hula hula, the whole house ruler. what's up with all the bitches down in pascagoula?
Small towns, small cities, but they still got big ol' asses plus titties
Is it a bird? is it a plane? it's the hungry hustler, afroman
Flying through the air in my underwear, geri curl activator in my hair
I'm in control like janet, when I hit jackson. always getting plenty panty action
Mcclaine. even mccomb. tell the whole world mississippi's your home
Yazoo, columbia and natchez. I got the weed brother, who got the matches? (i do.)
Who got the funky dj that scratches? (i do.) depend on me like my name was patches
First it was a black thing, just the big willies. now I roll phillies with all the hillbillies
Never ever thought I'd see the klu klux klan buying front row seats for the afroman
Confederate flags tobacco in their mouth. it's a beautiful thing jumpin' off in the south
Afroman, I'm a part of it. hattiesburg hip hop, I'm the start of it
I'm the latest. I'm the greatest, and all you haters, I'll mash you like potatoes
I'll make your girlfriend holler and scream, then cook me some cornbread and collard greens
Bucccoc!